Not being one to keep pictures of other men’s wives, I am posting a picture of the back of Reagan Walters’ helmet. That is one of my favorite memories of her and it makes me smile every time. Reagan and Brian were my introduction to the BMR. While I knew her for a relatively short time, she made me feel like we had been friends for years whenever we happened to collide. She was a neat lady and I know I’m not alone with my feelings of loss. Submitted with BMR+ App Version 4.30.
“The Flying Constable” Jack Cones. Twentynine Palms’ most beloved lawman, Jack Cones will be forever airborne in this 16- by 60-foot tribute. Elected in 1932, he was the law here until his death in 1960. He earned his lofty nickname by patrolling his 2,800-square-mile jurisdiction in a Piper J-3 Cub. The mural artist, Tim O’Connor of Twentynine Palms, came to admire the constable after hearing stories of Cones’ exploits while taking flying lessons at nearby Cones Field in the early 1970s. The mural is located at 6308 Adobe Road (the former 29 Palms Gemcrafts building). Dedicated: January 27, 1996. Submitted with iBMR App Version 2.1.
Dad taught me to ride. Dad taught me to wrench. Before cop cones were popular dad had me using every tree in our woods like a cop cone to learn how to handle the motorcycle. Thanks Dad!!! Submitted With BMR+ App Version 4.30
Tom Melchild is whom I wish to memorialize today. Not because he is the example rider in the rally, but be cause he was an example of so much more.In the short time that I knew him, he had encouraged me to join the Cal24, befriended me when I arrived, appointed a couple of people to help keep out and cheered me on as I rode out that first day.I didn’t know Tom too long or too well, but there is a reason that he is memorialized today by BMR, and as long by me. It because he truly enjoyed riding and people.His passing was a great loss for the long distance and rally community. Without him, I wouldn’t even be in a rally to post this. Sent via the Samsung Galaxy S7, an AT&T 4G LTE smartphone
Art Fredenburgh and I grew up racing together all through the 60s. We started desert racing and enduros, and quickly moved on to flat track and TT. Art loved motorcycles as much as me, and when Uncle Sam called me away to that far off Southeast Asian country, Art would send me letters, usually full of pictures of various race bikes and races. This gave me something to look forward to during my tours, and I will be forever grateful for his thoughtful and spirit lifting letters. Sadly, Art succumbed to the injuries he sustained during a crash at a vintage flat track race in Lancaster, California on September 9, 1999. I wish I could’ve said goodbye to the man that brought me so much hope while I was overseas, but he passed away on November 2nd, never having regained consciousness. Miss you buddy, and I look forward to the day we get to bang bars on the big one mile oval in the hereafter… P.S. The picture is from a poster announcing a memorial flat track race put together by Gene Romero. I don’t think Art ever met a person he didn’t like, and his list of friends reads like a who’s who of 70s motorcycle racing.
BTW, that is Art on the number 40 bike at the Indianapolis Mile!